I was driven mad by everything about her: her face, skin, personality, scent, uniform, and her slender, white legs. This all happened on the train. As a teacher, I rode the train with a beautiful, studious, and bookish female student every day. One day, I witnessed her being molested by a stranger. She looked confused. Seeing her distressed expression, I inexplicably became aroused... Despite having a wife, I couldn't resist and ended up molesting the innocent student. I thought my teaching career was over, but then the student told me, "I want more... I want you to molest me more..." After that, she started actively touching me and seeking out my molestation, desiring it. *Please note that the content may vary depending on the distribution method.*